I’ll lay odds this clown couldn’t hit the side of a barn with buckshot at 20 yards, and I’d let him saw off the shotgun barrel to be fair. His hair and cynical demeanor read actor boy poseur or ironic hipster. He attempts upper class references with the afternoon of shooting in the country theme – drinking a glass of sherry while wearing a tweed jacket that could have come from Richard of [the now defunct] WASP 101. But he’s edging toward the Bee Gees with his wide open shirt and collar sticking out over his lapels, a completely unconvincing act.
Thrift Store Preppy 